What Does Her Heart Say?

So curious am I to seeWhat her heart says to meWill it rejectOr open sweetly? I offer what I can…Like giving water to a flowing river soon swept up and into the pastNo offering can really lastHer heart is change…Like offering fruits to a blossomed treeAbundance blooms on every limband perishes quickly, without a whimHer heart is Nature…Like building castles made from sandA moment to appreciate, for her gloryThe tides will rise and change the storyHer heart is time…